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i preface this by saying, this painting is not a representation of every butch, just me. recently someone asked me, “so are you
like the man in the relationship?” i usually try to laugh it off and make a joke about that, but the truth is often times i just want
to yell, “NO! I am the other woman in a lesbian relationship!!!” i think people sometimes find it easier to accept me if they
think i want to be a man or if they can make the assumption that i am the “man” as that looks more like the relationship they
are used to seeing or comfortable with. though my short hair and “masculine” clothes may throw people off, i assure
everyone i still sit when i pee, i have to wear a bra, and i still get my monthly visit. AND NO I DON”T WANT TO BE A MAN. my
girlfriend often calls me her soft butch, which is probably the best description (if i must be described as something).
from the penis are pieces of myself trying to escape from this identifying mold that society wishes me to be. and for me this is
a real struggle i have today. i shouldn't’t have to grow long hair or wear skirts & panty hose (a creation of the devil) to be
recognized as a woman. i am most likely going to keep my hair short, and buy my clothes from the men’s section, and i will still
cry at sappy tv commercials and my favorite movies of all time will always be the two best chick flicks ever filmed. and I feel
sad for those who can’t handle that I can be both masculine and feminine at the same time.
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